Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/: "The Leopard of Sciacca."
....They don't see. Don't see. Camouflage-perfecto! And cannot see, a Dynamic in-front of their eyes? They don't SEE. Cannot see; a swiftness...on the Strada, a fast turn on the Via Lacata, a swerve, a Vicola la Marca, DASHED, then ON through Arco Antico! They don't SEE! Porta-Palermo! "Just'd where'd dat fast Cat Go!?" -Porto Salvatore!?
REPUBLICAN? Democrat? CHRISTIAN-Republican-Democrat?...Or Traitor? Or Garibaldi? Patriot? PATRIOT? -And which any which way the wind blows; LOVER? Lover? Or SWINE!? Who will donate his heart to Eternity? Mark your NAME: Here, and now!
The Sciacca fishing fleet is OUT, at risk upon the sea; a terrible storm! The Leopard licks her chops to savour predestined sin or a victimless crime: TWITTER, Facebook, WORLD-NEWS; where U heard it first? Yet everyone came home, safe, but no-one came home alone...
No-one knows the "Invisibility" of Emotion/Thrust/Motion/Terra-Moto in it's unforgiving-ness except the Leopard of Sciacca, pruning her fur, her immortal design, on a Palazzo rooftop awaiting your "entre"?
c 2016/dave delacroix/October. Sicillia.
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